Shining on

We keep the calm
breathing in fits and starts,
the brain wired to yesterday
and the memories of moments pass through
the tunnel view of the child.
Shining on in bits and pieces,
glittering do-dads bring a smile
and the stars that twinkle high above
are a relief when clouds pass by
and the dark of night calls to me
in memories of a thousand fireflies waiting.
How time moves past
when we stop paying attention
and we stare into tomorrow hoping
for just a little more harmony,
a beautiful sun to rise,
and a word of kindness to share.
We are shining on
in the photographs and memories
as we stand still eager
to take that next step forward,
not sure where and when,
just knowing that it all falls in the right place
and at the perfect time
to light the world in supreme ecstasy of togetherness,
to keep on shining on
with the blessings of stars spread
from pocket to pocket,
hand to hand
across this tattered land.

Shining through

We hang our thoughts on the highest bough
sparkling with the glitter
of dreams coming true,
touched with the depth of kindness and love
and wrapped with bows
tied tight.

Shining through the memories
lights twinkle with the sweetest energy
of love coursing through the lines of the world,
a universe waiting to see
the light of good glistening,
twinkle of the heart.

The dreams carried me into the sweetest slumber,
cold nights finding the body prone
wrapped in cotton and the softest blankets
cozy and drifting on the ship of night
tucked in tight.
I untie the tethers and slip into the clouds
from the place of waking
and move into the ripples
of another Christmas memory
carrying me away
beneath the stars that guide
I come home in my state of unaware
of the love that carried me there
cocooned in a cradle
of dreams.


Observation of colors
lingering essence of brightness and light,
the scent on the air of seasons coming
I tread eagerly amongst the bliss.
Pine and juniper linger
as I cast a breeze walking by,
cones and berries hang to inspire
the magical moments to come.
I could be down and sad
as the ache fills my soul with emotion,
yet I choose to embrace each second
glowing in this thing we call life.
Days of rest spent slowly,
fresh flowers and favorites await
I limp my way through the list of to-do’s,
taking my time as I need to,
with boys on the tube I keep busy,
catching up and in the finest company
of my sweet favorite crew,
so much to do my mind whispers
and I smile and gently say
it can wait for another day.

I injured my toe in a not so pretty way yesterday, a funny story but doesn’t feel so funny when I try to walk. Healing up today watching football with the pups and the hubs, as my naked tree waits for its shiny baubles and lights. If I lift my foot, my purple digit (smack dag in the middle) looks like I could be flipping the toe bird to one and all. Ouch but it will heal, just gotta make it through at work on my feet. Walking slow but smiling. Life and it’s blessings, guess I was meant to take it easy. Yep, okay. I shall.